Perhaps she knew, because she let me lean into her for a long moment, giving me strength. I took it, greedy creature that I am. When she was standing in the convention wings tomorrow evening, waiting for her momentous speech as a woman on the edge of history, I would give it back.

After too many miles wishing that people in bulky vehicles understood the purpose of turn outs, we got to camp. I pulled in behind a car with the bumper sticker “I’m so gay I don’t even drive straight.”